Faith'N Begorragh

Scot Dane Gael Celt all went into the meld Brit and Moor aye even more it took to make This Erin brood that kills itself All in the name of Christ Who was this chief This pure white thief to take To set this price Who’s stolen Irish fame And in its place in name of grace Has caused her so much shame? Has some fool put out druid eyes Removed their tongues Cut off their ears To cause this foolish waste of tears Celt warriors would despise? Where is the love of growing green The taste of love so seldom seen In other races who have been Less noble less inspired Is grudging blood too proud to say We’re bloody sick and tired? No Irish lad should have to carry burdens meant to break him Stand up and spit into God’s eye and tell him you forsake him Embrace your kin and worry not about a heaven’s fears Hold Truth and Honor high and dry And wade through Shannon’s tears To live and laugh and love and die In long thick Irish years